In the fall where you feel so much freedom and happiness I thought that there could be as attuned to me. With open arms, the heavy wind on my back, eyes closed and a big smile on his face steep. The soul is freed from the body feel that slight drop of water came from rain that very gently stroking the sheet is a tree agosteña autumn season, while leaf drop slightly oily touch that touches each stoma and then finished the road Travel forget all the space, you save the time as a picture being like a deja vu in your mind. While that drop is apparent from the cup so huge trunk and by gravity which is not to govern, falls very slowly. Do you feel like death? But no, I am I had a good day so I'm going down between leaves and just want to feel that fresh air on my face while I rest, after having completed my descent. I have no perfect, or invoke an omniscient being, I just want to close your eyes, breathe the very air that nourishes every part of my body, feeling the harmony that gives me the sea, the memory of those birds who plan a flight while singing their freedom to sit alone in the world, enjoy your time can fly without distinguishing the sky water in a day where he was captured in your cornea that you'll be alright, I feel the atmosphere for a moment, but I travel to a room that I created, may reveal much with this and I do not care. In this place I can do anything and I can meditate, retreat and advance the time in addition to all that do not meet my five senses.
I would make a fable. What if I'm learning I can teach? All previous exordium merely an outlet to the real world not every day that allows that to happen, maybe I'll be hoping that another soul who wants to get rid of so much profanity, ignorance of a good horizon with little insight, fervor to the deficiency, conjunction of minutiae ideal comparison that is what most destroys the cause that "difference" and thus leading to many conflicts to emerge lowering someone or something else. What this so far one can go? Maybe a commendation be good to that person that you love ...
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